Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-01-13
4 HAPPY OCCASION.

From the London World.
"Do not come too late" That was
the wording OF the telegram witch Cap
tain Richard Irton held in his hand as
he sat, in temperature OF 100 degrees
in the shade, on the veranda OF his
Indian bungalow.
"Do not come too Later" he mutter.
ed to himself. By Jove, as If it were
probable that he would dawdle now!
1t was just like Mrs. LennoX TO send
such a chatting wire as this. He might
have been long time making up his
mind, but it was made up now, and
he meant to 60 home and marry her.
1t was her last letter that had settled
the matter-the letter in which she
limited that Lord Shorthorn was aw-
fully mashed" No, he wasn't going
TO stand by and see Dorothy Lennox
married to cad like Shorthorn. He
had been the whole year, he reminded
himself, in this Internal station, with
its furnace heat, its in Zane gossip, and
! it's eternal tennis and polo. How he
loathed the very sight OF his Major
wife. with her white eyea shes. her
malicious giggle, and her flirting man.
| ners,
And then ne thought OF Mrs. Lennox.
He remembered the first night he had
met her--ln the ballroom OF n great
house in Iondon-and how he had
seen her surrounded by dozen other
fellows, ard how he had "made the
running" and had cut out all those
outsiders. And he recollected the call
he had paid next day at her tiny
house in Park street, when she had
been so sweet and graceful, and had
talked to him as no woman had ever
talked before. He didn't go in for
| brains or any of that rot, but, by
Jove, Dorothy Iennox made him
feel another. fellow. He thought OF
the cool, amber-tinted room where
! she always sat, with its dropping
palms, its masses OF azaleas, its Rajon
etchings, and its blue-and. white Nan
kin. 1t was always cool and cosey
! in Mrs. Lemons house, and she had
a way OF taking a fellows hand and
looking him seriously in the eyes which
was quite irresistible. He remember
ed how it had become almost a habit
to drop in of an afternoon, to lounge
on her soft divan, and listen to her
half chatting talk and her low delicious
! laugh. And when q woman is deuced
good-looking as well as clever, why,
what is fellow to do? Perhaps it was
wrong 20 make love in quite such Sc
rious way rs he did, but, hang it! she
wasn't kitten, and she, might have
! known he wasn't the marrying sort.
All that was a year ago, but he
/ hadn' forgotten her bit--worse luck.
And her letters-how awfully nice they
were, how like herself Not spoouy,
like those he wrote to her, but frank,
humorous and thoroughly bon CANA
ade. Hang it all it was much easier
to keep heartwhole in London than in
this sultry and monotonous hole. He
had managed to evade compromising
himself definitely even when he had
gone to bid Mrs. Lennox goodbye,
although he had been perilously near
proposing to her that last evening;
but he had got away. and nothing had
| DetIl Sdlu WHICH, WOulu nave tltd llini
down to an engagement.
Dick, in his rowing life, had commit
ed every folly except that which he
considered the hugest folly of all-the
folly OF tying yourself to one woman
all your life. He remembered how he
had congratulated himself on all this
when he went on board the Jumna.
Was he the best-looking fellow and the
keenest sportsman in the One Hun.
dred and Fifthieth Huzzars, to knock
under like any spoony young sub, the
moment he met apretty woman But
now things were changed. He had
never bargained, somehow, for her
marrying again; he had got to look
upon her more or less as his own.
When she had written that letter with
all the illusions to Shorthorn in it, his
blood had fairly boiled. He didn't
regret a bit the letter he had
written i'll reply, telling her he was
leaving India the very day he could
get leave, and asking her to be his
wife After all, why shouldn't he mar
~? He was over 80, and he had,
as he remembered with smile, his
cling" The other fellows in his regi.
ment used to chaff him and call him
Casual" and said that he never did
to-day what he could put off till to-
morrow. Bnt that was all nonsense.
He could make up his mind like other
men, even to matrimony. And here
was her answer to his letter: "Do
not come to late" Well, he had got
his leave, and would be with her in
three weeks.
Mrs. Lennox was the sort of woman
about whom peoples tongues are al
ways wagging. Hardly was her lats
husband borne beneath noddine
pumes to Kensal Green than she was
married, in perspective, to at least a
dozen admirers. She was a great sue.
cess in society, for beside being a
charming woman she was q fashion.
able poetess, writing words for Tostis
songs, and publishing small volumes
OF verse, bound in white parchment
and printed on extra thick paper
Tall and slioht, with smooth dark hair
and liquid eyes, she had face full o.
character and determination. TIC
look Mt Mrs Lennon was to know